Aria Korsun Shevchenkivskyy Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Mykolaiv

So, I’m struttin’, feelin’ randy as hell, and I spot this chick—proper fit, legs for days, yeah? She’s givin’ me the eye, like, “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!”—y’know, that poetic jazz from the film. I’m like, “Groovy, baby, let’s shag!” But—plot twist—she’s dodgy, man! Charges me double, says it’s “inflation, love.” Inflation my arse! Made me mad as a hatter—nearly lost my mojo there.

Continents

The landsmanshaft membership consisted of people from Korsun and from the nearby shtetl of Gorodishche. The names listed on the charter appear to be those of officers. Within the Missing: prostitute.

So, I’m strolling down the street, feeling all artsy and stuff. The vibe is chill, but then BAM! I trip over a crack in the sidewalk. Like, c’mon, Korsun! Fix your streets! I’m not trying to audition for a slapstick comedy here.